Are you prepared for when the end of days arrives?Who' going to save you when nobody hears your cries?Lock all your windows and turn off all your lights'cause death is after you, it's coming here tonight

You got nowhere to run you got nowhere to hideA rotting horror creeping slowly with the tideIt's gonna hunt you like a pack of hungry dogsNo way to stop it, it's coming in the fog

It's comign in the fogIt's coming in the fogIt's coming in the fogIt's coming in the fog

I dont' believe in fortune, best of luck or badOr that your wishes make you happy or make you sadI don't believe if witches, deitys or godsBut I believe in death, there's something in the fog